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Last night, Young Frankenstein, playing at the Paramount through September 1st, came to life, sang, and did some wicked dance moves. The official world premiere of the new Mel Brooks musical, based on his horror-comedy film of the same name, had the full house's rapt attention from the initial flash of lightning over Transylvania Heights. The script preserves many of the film’s great lines ("Put...the candle...back!"), while adding nearly two dozen original songs with music and lyrics by old nectarine-pushing Mel. While this run serves as a chance for the company to work the kinks out before heading off to Broadway this fall, as of last night, the kinks are primarily sex-related.

At Seattlest, the commenter is king, partly because we get away with writing less when we quote! So here's this thumbnail review of Prayer for My Enemy: "It manages to address some very serious topics (acted out extremely well) and then another second switch to being really light-hearted." You are correct, commenter!

As if Bart Sher weren't enough artistic ordnance, Intiman is also packing Craig Lucas in its Associate Artistic Director holster. (That's Craig Lucas, author of the book for The Light in the Piazza, author of the plays Prelude to a Kiss, The Dying Gaul, and The Singing Forest, and author of the screenplays for Longtime Companion and The Secret Lives of Dentists.)

The Simpsons make the transition to the big screen a couple weeks from now (July 27th to be exact) and we have to say that we're not as psyched for the feature film as much as we would have been, say, ten years ago. Now that the show is approaching its (dear god) 19th season, it's just not as good as it used to be. Yeah yeah yeah, that's totally a crotchety old man cop-out and the same could be said about "kids these days" and "their infernal noise," but somewhere along the way, the Simpsons veered from uber-literate scripts with witty storylines that were ironical and satirical, yet still cohesive and emotionally sound to the utter nonsense which can only be derived from a brick of hash, a pound of vicodin, and the Random Plot-o-tron 3000™. The result? Homer becomes Defense Secretary! The Simpsons go to Siberia! Bart gets monkey pox! All of which can be so tiringly hit or miss.

Through July 18 // Intiman Theatre // Adults $48-$34 (Under-25 $10)

PREQUEL TO MCARTNEY'S WINGS: Richie Unterberger, the author of several books on the history of rock, shows some film footage and plays some music recordings of unreleased Beatles material. He´s promoting his latest book, The Unreleased Beatles -- Music and Film. We had no idea they were in jail! (Ha! Because of the "unreleased" -- see how...oh...sure, we can move on.)

The -ists this week had politics on the brain. And what goes better with politics? Partying-- that's two great tastes in one. Oh, and Kevin Federline...can't forget about Kevin Federline. That's three great tastes in one.

Last night Seattlest heard Persephone's Bees way before we saw them. The deepthroaty vocals of Angelina Moysov belting "Way to Your Heart" wafted in the air outside Chop Suey. Inside, it was a sparsely attended show, but the mostly seated crowd was pretty enthusiastic for Oakland-based sunny pop. The pink swirl lights at each side of the stage were clearly there to indicate the band was "psychedelic," but it verged into the cheesy mid-set when the spinning yellow triangle came into the picture. Overplayed! Still, the all-brunette foursome delivered a fun forty minutes in advance of their debut release this Tuesday.

We may have to break ourselves of the habit of calling the Intiman a "plucky local theatre," now that they've won the 2006 Regional Theatre Tony. (They're feeling modest, so you have to dig around the Intiman site a bit to find a mention. Ha! We kid because we love.)

Seattlest remembers well the day we were sitting at the Victrola back bar and Byron Schenkman, harpsichordist and co-founder of the Seattle Baroque Orchestra, turned to us and said, "I've been thinking about switching to piano." Well, you could have knocked us over with a skinny decaf latte. And if you think it's not big news, tell that to the Seattle Times, P-I, and Seattle Weekly. (We couldn't find the Stranger's most recent commentary -- kinda wish there was a way to date-order the search results.)

Every year, major league baseball teams invite about 20 players to Spring Training who have little to no chance of making the team. They are called non-roster invitees.

Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!